Draft Log #3: During v. 2.0

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone on the draft
What: Day 3-5
When: August 27th-August 29th
Where: ONCE MORE INTO THE-- ...BEACH
Summary: Like it says above. The draftees reach the beach.
Rating: V FOR VIOLENT BEHAVIOUR!!


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[frost_jewel]

Had she seen him using that? Mia would have to think about it later. Now, she closes her eyes and rests her hands very carefully on the bandages covering Jack's arm. She can focus on just this, and use Ply Well - it isn't strong enough to heal that arm completely, in the state he's in, which is the point. It should feel like cool water.

When the angels she can see have disappeared, she opens her eyes again and looks at him. "Did it help?"

[all7seas]

Cool water was a feeling that Jack very much desired. After nearly going down in flames with the Elizabeth, he had not found very much comfort. The drugs killed the pain but dulled the brain; everything felt itchy and uncomfortable. This spell or whatever she'd called it--sin something--it made the arm feel distinct from the rest of his body.

And suddenly it was over and

"Aye---I think it did, darling. Helped."

[frost_jewel]

A smile. "Good. It would be too much of a strain on you to try to heal you completely," because of reasons she really doesn't think he would understand if she tried to explain now, "but I can do more if you will allow it. ...At the very least, it will help you rest without pain for a while."

Something he needed a lot more of.

[all7seas]

"Rest? Without pain?" Oh, he did. He DID. "What about without dreams?" Because those had been HORRIBLE.

[frost_jewel]

"I'm sorry. I'm afraid I can't stop your dreams."

She looks honestly sorry about that. Whatever burned him like this is bound to bring an astonishing set of nightmares with it.

[all7seas]

And Sparrow is quickly sorry that SHE looks sorry. There's no call for lovely young women looking so sorry like that.

"No worries, darling. They're just dreams is all they are."

Dreams of his friends being systematically killed.

"Is there any rum about? That flask over there---is it empty?" Nodding to a flask resting on a table on the far side of the tent.

[frost_jewel]

Rum? He wanted to drink? ...Though perhaps he meant to do it so he wouldn't be in pain. Ordinary people do such things, in her world, when there isn't a healer available.

Right now, though, there is one available, so Mia smiles very slightly and shakes her head.

"I don't think there's anything in it. I can get you some water, though."

[all7seas]

"Don't WANT water." Wow, what a baby. "The rum's what'll help with the dreams," he added in a gentler tone.

[frost_jewel]

"I'll have to ask Dr. McCoy if you can have it, then." Jack's his patient, after all.

If he offers no other complaints, though, she's going to start healing him, beginning with the burns on his chest. That's what she judges to be the most dangerous.

[all7seas]

"Arrr! He'll not LET me, beautiful!"

Harsh words; but Jack calms again as his chest feels washed with cool relief.

[frost_jewel]

Silence, until she's through with two spells - the first concentrated on his chest, and the second meant for all of him. This may help him sleep better than even the rum. It takes a lot of energy from the person being healed, too, after all.

"There must be a reason. Dr. McCoy knows what he's doing." Will it be of any comfort to him for her to pat his hand, gently?

[all7seas]

Jack reaches takes her hand in his and gives it a squeeze before releasing her. "McCoy knows, aye, but he can also be a vindictive bastard. My best friend, you see." As if that explained it all.

[frost_jewel]

"You're injured. I'm sure he's just worried. The offer of water still stands, sir."

It seemed to help, so she will keep her hand there on top of his unless or until she rises to do something else.

[all7seas]

"Fine---water, then."

And Jack is okay with her leaving the hand there. Who was he to turn down physical comfort of any kind from a pretty girl?

[frost_jewel]

Another reassuring smile, and she leaves to get a cup of water. With a straw. Kurt introduced her to straws at the same time as soda, and she knows she isn't physically strong enough to lift Jack up without hurting him.

So when she comes back and sits beside him again, she just holds out the cup with the straw. He shouldn't even have to move.

[all7seas]

Oooh, but THIS is nice. After a few false tries Jack finally manages to connect with that straw, and the water flowing down his throat is almost as good as the healing magic. Fire was not the pirate's element, not at all at all.

"Thank you, darling. You've been.....kind." Kinder than anyone else who'd dropped in to see him, that was for certain.

[frost_jewel]

With few exceptions, being unkind to injured people is uncalled for.

"Other than rum," accompanied by what might be called a grin, "is there anything else you need? If not, you should try to sleep again. It's late."

[all7seas]

"Just the rum," he said softly, pleadingly. Pleadingly with large brown liquid baby puppy eyes.






BABY. PUPPY. EYES.

[frost_jewel]

And yet she can be as stubborn as ice when the situation calls for it.

"I'm very sorry, sir. You will have to ask Dr. McCoy for permission in the morning."

[all7seas]

Right. The puppy dog eyes turned into frowning, sulky eyes, and Jack settled back down for some sleep.

"Thank you, lass," he said grumpily.

[frost_jewel]

"You're welcome."

He will receive one more Ply, to help send him off to sleep again.

[all7seas]

The pirate murmurs something that might be "very good, love" as she soothes him with her magic once more, but it gets lost in the lovely feeling and in the drowsy wave of sleep that overcomes him.

The captain is at peace, for now.